In the quiet suburban town where we resided, my husband and I led a life that was far from ordinary. Our open-mindedness and acceptance of our unconventional desires set us apart from our neighbors, and we were proud of it.
I had always been candid with my husband about my love for Zoophilia, a secret I had held close to my heart for years. To my surprise, he reacted with intrigue and fascination, rather than disgust or judgment. As vegetarians, we share a deep respect for all living beings, and he saw my desire to connect with animals on a sexual level as an extension of that respect.
Our wedding night was one that I will never forget. I had hoped that my husband would want to explore this side of me, but I never expected him to be so enthusiastic about it. As we lay in bed, our bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, he asked me to tell him more about my experiences with animals. I regaled him with tales of my encounters, describing in detail the sensations and emotions that I had felt.
My husband’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he listened to my stories, and I could feel his arousal growing with each passing moment. He confessed that he had always been curious about Zoophilia but had never acted on his desires. Together, we made a pact to explore this world together, always respecting each other’s boundaries and desires.
Over the years, our love for each other and for me being a Zoophilia only grew stronger. We welcomed dogs into our home, treating them with love and kindness, and allowing them to become an integral part of our lives. I would offer my pussy to every dog I met. We met people that wanted their dogs try to me to learn its ok to have sex. We helped guys take their first knot while they ate me out or sucked my husbands dick. My husband would watch, transfixed, I could see the desire in his eyes as he watched me cum, over and over again, my body shuddering with pleasure.
But as much as my husband enjoyed watching, I longed for more. I craved the touch of other humans, the feeling of their skin against mine as we explored each other’s bodies. I wanted to share my love of Zoophilia with others, to create a community of like-minded individuals who could come together and share their experiences.
I approached my husband with my desires, hoping that he would understand and support me. To my relief, he did. He confessed that he had been thinking the same thing, wondering if there were others out there who shared our desires. Together, we decided to reach out to the zoophile community, attending meetups and events, and connecting with other couples and individuals who shared our interests.
It wasn’t long before we found ourselves in a room filled with people who were just as open-minded and accepting as we were. We made friends, shared stories, and explored each other’s bodies, always with consent and respect. And through it all, my husband watched, his eyes filled with awe and admiration.
As we lay in bed, our bodies spent and sated, I looked over at my husband and smiled. I was grateful for his acceptance and support, and I knew that our love would only continue to grow stronger as we explored my passion for zoophilia together.
I am bisexual, as is my husband. I am also a zoophile. Before we got married, I told him about my secret of being a zoosexual. Since we are vegetarians he thought it was cool that I could love a dog so deeply. He thought it was admirable that I would let a dog fuck and cum in me. Since my husband is bisexual I thought he’d suck a dog dick or take a knot but no. He just likes to watch dogs fuck me like a straight guy would. I try to be grateful that he accepts me but I want more and there are so many men and women with hungry holes for dog cock and tongue. I wonder if my husband would like to watch me have a threesome with other zoophiles.
